Grandmother.

One finger laced to another The quiet snap of gas between bone as they fold together A road-map of journeys internal Translucent blue, meandering Pronounced against silken paper skin Brittle, dry, fragile yet strong Encasing a vibrant soul that hasn’t aged Still the body fails it Betrayed to the endless embrace Of the deepest sleep […]

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Things My Father Taught Me.

Let’s talk about Father’s Day. More specifically, let’s talk about what Father’s Day means to someone raised primarily by their mother and whose father died in 1998. I’ve written about my dad before, about missing him and remembering the circumstances surrounding his death. I can be kind of a downer that way. Instead, I’d like […]

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